Oh hell. Hell.I don't remember asking for it.Or making a deal and losing.But, right now, it sure feels like I did awhole big bunch of somethin' bad andgot caught. Some other life ago? Last year?

Am I channeling a really bad Beat poet?

Time for another glass of ice-water before bed.I like to let it dribble down my neck and overmy chest and down my stomach.Feels good with the fan blowing on me.Sometimes the good feeling lasts long enoughto hook me up with the Sandman for the night.

Other sometimes the sticky air is heavier than awet sheet but it can't be thrown off, no matter howmuch tossing and turning I do.It's better, during those other sometimes, to justlie very still and naked in front of the fan.

Ahhh yesss, the days before air conditioning. However did we survive. Rather than naked in front of the fan, I use a large bath towel soaked in cold water, wrung out just enough that it doesn't soak the bed and spread lengthwise of my body. By the time it's dried I've generally gone fast asleep.I must say though that the idea of water trickling down, down, ever downward.........think I need a cold shower.Thanks